I looked into the mirror this morning
and realized a dire warning
of the fast approaching end
when my new era begins

I saw the age in the hair of grey
my mind going back to an earlier day
when the preacher of old used an apple box
proclaiming the Word over an old Vox

The droop of muscle which once stood proud
loss of hearing which makes me talk loud
and blood pressure meds which make me dizzy
unruly grey hair which is always frizzy

But mourn not my youth a single bit
even though of it I dream and sit
realizing soon my time will come
for some, that instant looks glum

But for me I look forward to the day
when my soul shall be called away
to be together with Him in the clouds
singing His praise with a new voice and loud!

It's from this point of view I see
the saints gathering for that great jubilee
so I hardly think about growing old
but much rather, that I'm closer home.

Naw, I'm Not Just Getting Older,
        I'm Getting Closer Home!